Page 51 of Bad Seed
“Ugh,” a whimpering moan of pain only felt by celibate monks having their first wet dream after forty years slips from my mouth.
I can’t take this. I’m being cucked by a literal vegetable for a woman that’s got me sitting on her bed knowing I’ll be alone tonight. I have to…to shove all that aside. To spread her out on that table with the lights shining on her body, to squeeze her brown nipples as I thrust deep into her juicy pussy.
I’m pacing, led around by my cock that’s shoving on my waistband. Even the belt can’t keep it back. It wants out. It wants her.
Sadie, unaware of me huffing and aching behind her, keeps snapping her pictures. Her dark hair shines as she sways, the pony tail darting from one shoulder to the next. I clench my fist, aching to roll that hair around it, then tug her back and kiss her. Run my hand down her shirt, palm her breast, and pull her to the bed.
Fuck, me. Her ass is right there, the back of her jeans bowing across them. I step closer, losing myself in the heat of her body. My hands drop, resting just beside her hips. To take them and pull her back onto me. Let her see what she’s done to my cock. How if I don’t have her now I’m going to blow in my pants.
“What do you think?”
I need to buy more condoms.
Something in her sweet tone and the giddiness in her eyes punctures through my wild ache enough I can form a word. “Huh?”
Sort of.
“My photos?” Sadie steps to the side, but not before my palm brushes against her hip, then over her ass.
I shudder to my toes, fighting to not grab myself and beg to release across her breasts again. She’s gazing up at me with an energy nearly as nervous as mine. Bouncing on her toes, she keeps jerking her head to the camera.
This is a test. If I can’t control myself, then I will never get to fuck her again.
Take one for the fucking team.
With that order to my cock and balls, I lean close enough to the viewfinder.
“I’ve been trying a new shutter speed. Eggplants are tricky because they’re so dark, but you want a simple background and the lighting’s not the best in here. I used to shoot in the kitchen but—”
“They’re beautiful,” I whisper, scrolling from one gorgeous picture of a perfect eggplant to another. I’d kill to look that good on a counter.
“Really?” she cries out before folding back. “You’re just saying that.”
“No. It’s… I can honestly say it’s the best picture of an eggplant I’ve ever seen.”
She gives a hopeful giggle, then rushes for her camera. “I hope the client will like them half as much. I…” Sadie glances around her room of clocks and her cheeks pink. “That can wait. Let me get dressed. Fifteen minutes. No, ten!”
Dressed? As in a dress with her tits popping out and a skirt for quick access?
I will blow this in five seconds.
“No!” I cry out. “You look great the way you are.”
“I do?” She stares down at her t-shirt in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. Why don’t we go?” I crook out my arm.
She slips her hand over my biceps and, for a brief second a soft gasp slips out.
One night. I only need to behave for one night then I can hear her scream my name twenty times in a row.
I can do this. I can…
“Oh, wait.” Sadie abandons me to pick up the eggplant. “Better put this away.” As she carries it to the box, she pats its ass, looks right at me, and bites her lip.
I am so fucked.
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